That was always the difference between Muhammad Ali and the rest of us. He came, he saw, and if he didn't entirely conquer - he came as close as anybody we are likely to see in the lifetime of this doomed generation.

We can't stop here, this is bat country!

Every deadline was a crisis … No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland … On the other hand, it might easily be something as simple and basically perverse as whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

We must have football. What would this country be without football in October?

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.